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Who’s scruffy looking?!

Fiend! Scallawag! Scoundrel! Vagabond! Rapscallion! Fartface! Chickenlips! Bedwetter! Bogiebrain! Smellypants!

Lantern in the dark
From your yolk of light will grow
A brilliant new dawn

The rain and I fall
Into cold soggy puddles
That melt the old snow

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Don’t worry, eventually they stop saying “kitty cat…”

Satori Lorn Macintyre My grandfather didn’t know he was a Taoist. He had fished the river Awe for sixty years. Life is sensed as a flowing movement, a power like wind or water. When he cast, it was the bank that moved, not the river. The osprey with the salmon in its talons needed no metaphor to describe its beauty. He saw the suchness of the landscape, the great whole, perfect, sky, mountain, as in a painting by the Zen K’un-t’an. There is no Gaelic for the term satori, the solution lying beyond the intellect, that flash of delighted intuition, sensing that a salmon is lying in the current, while not seeing a ripple with the eye. If I had told him: ‘you read the river like a book, noting between the lines what other fishermen fail to spy,’ he would have clouted me on the head, the way Zen Masters took the big stick to pupils who insisted on comparison. The river needs no language, no homage. It goes its own way, like the osprey which will never run out of sky.

My grandfather didn’t know he was a Taoist.
He had fished the river Awe for sixty years.
Life is sensed as a flowing movement,
a power like wind or water. When he cast,
it was the bank that moved, not the river…

—Lorn Macintyre, “Satori”
from The Bridport Prize Anthology 2013
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Vultures are holy creatures.
Tending the dead.
Bowing low.
Bared head.
Whispers to cold flesh,
“Your old name is not your king.
I rename you ‘Everything.’”

[The poem "Clergy" originally published in the collection Love Notes from the Hollow Tree by Jarod K. Anderson] #poetry

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Spiraling chaos
Cloud that roars like a freight train
The center, tranquil

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She’s the girl who,
Stepping in a mud puddle
Observes its “heart” shape

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The thrush genuflects
Among the rusty red leaves
On its pilgrimage

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A curtain of crows
Covers the lawn like black snow
Twittering murder

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We call life a road
As if it went in a line
And only one way—
What if we’re popcorn kernels?
Sizzling softly in hot oil…

#tanka #senryu #micropoem

Evening sees the sky
Peel down to her lacy slip,
Her cheeks turning pink

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This emerging bud
Could bare a rose or a tree
Only its roots know

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But for happenstance
I would rise with heron’s wings
While she watched me fly

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Thanks! It’s a good instrument for poets:)

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The air is dog breath
Sticky, panting, and eager
For a sip of lake

I got another inch taller every day the year my grandma came to live with us. I miss her, but I’m glad I can still fit under bridges.

O father i think of you often — widehorizoned & tender like undried paint i woke early & the dawn a chorus of coloursong exactly as you said it would be

Something new by me for my da 🖤

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Happy #graduation to all who celebrate!

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Unraveling
Tugging loops
Following the lines
On their chaotic paths
Knotted, twisted around each other
Like headphone cords tangling themselves together
They both struggle to unwind their lives
The longer they spend shoved in one pocket

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Errors, like bullets
Riddle without a punchline
You question yourself

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This is the north wind
Howling across open road
Zip up and press on

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Nicely done.